The days

Rainy night

Without warning, it was raining. I heaved an initial sigh of relieve for being at home and not outside, caught in the rain. Then, the torrents encapsulated me in its beauty. The night was quiet, calm and peacful. The shower added some form of life to it.

My mom kept nagging about the rain splattering in and I was scolded for not closing the window. But I didn't want to, I wanted to marvel at the beauty of nature's tears. Tears? Tears of joy and tears of sorrow. Maybe its human nature that we always remember the negative first. I felt kinda down for a moment, as if something was missing. The soothing rythm of the tit-tat-pitter-patter caught me again. I saw some beautiful moments of my life resurface. At first, I was standing at some void deck. It was pouring and I had came to pick my sister from her tuition class. Of course I had an umbrella with me, but i was standing in the rain, soaked in its enormity. Like magic, I was somewhere else. Running across the road in the heavy rain, sheltering peiting with a file. Time flies but memories remain in our mind, unstolen.

My mom left the room so I slided open the window again for a good view. The wind moistured my face and I could smell the rain. At that very instant, I wanted to share my joy. With anyone. I just wanted to share my joy. Still very much a kid at heart I guess.

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When Zen was young, he kept a kitten as pet and named it "Zen's cat" - of all names. Zon didn't quite like the little vermin and laughed at the absurb name. Zen explained he named it this way for good reasons "...you know, animals respond to their name. Not that they know its their name but they respond to words that sound familiar. The next time someone sprout anything foul about it, it will stare..." Its kind of like building pride using conditioning. Thats nothing. Whats really interesting is that after Zen went into a state of coma, Zon kept the cat with him. He never cared more about anyone His world involved almost nothing but himself.Its not like him to pay such attention to a cat. Unless of course, it reminds him of something - someone. I never understood why.

posted by zente @ 8:21 AM